Hormuz l'île Rainbow

Listen! Clam up your mouth and be silent like an oyster shell, for that tongue of yours is the enemy of the soul, my friend. When the lips are silent, the heart has a hundred tongues.

The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.

Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eye of one who sees.

Plant the love of the holy ones within your spirit; don&#39;t give your heart to anything, but the love of those whose hearts are glad.

Most of the birds of the Old World can be found here, as Oman is on a strategic route for migrating birds.

May these vows and this marriage be blessed.

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.

I have no companion but Love, no beginning, no end, no dawn. The Soul calls from within me: &#39;You, ignorant of the way of Love, set Me free.&#39;

Oh, bird of my soul, fly away now, For I possess a hundred fortified towers.

Whatever makes an impression on the heart seems lovely in the eye.